It had been 9 months since I’d left Santiago, and while I
knew that things would seem much more familiar than when I’d first arrived in
the city in June of 2011, I hadn’t expected that it would be so easy to get
back into a comfortable routine. I suppose everything is easier the second
time- this year I had a better idea of what supplies I should bring down with
me and what items would be easy to purchase in Santiago. Finding stores,
speaking in Spanish, and navigating the subway were a lot easier than I
remembered. I was worried that it would take some time to refresh my
stick-shift driving skills, but thankfully it seems those skills are more akin
to riding a bicycle. Running errands and getting things organized went so smoothly
that I was ready to head out to the field after only two days in the city.
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| Shopping at "Jumbo," the Chilean version of Costco. |
Of course, having helpful Chilean friends also made it
easier to get back into the swing of things. When I arrived in Santiago, I took
a taxi to the university where my good friend Juan met me and helped me store
my supplies in the lab. Juan then promptly took me to his apartment where he
and my other friend, Paola, cooked me lunch. My friend Cecilia then picked me
up and took me to her house, where I will be living for duration of my field
season.
Cecilia and her family live in the community of La Reina,
which is one of 37 different communities (comunas) in Santiago. La Reina is an
upper-middle class neighborhood that is East of the city center.
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| Cecila's family's house |
One thing I’ve noticed about Santiago is that people tend to
be concerned about security. Most apartment buildings have someone controlling
the main doors 24 hours a day. At the university, I need to pass by a guard
outside the university, pass by another guard to get into the Departamento de Ecología,
and then use a keycard to enter the third floor of the building before
I can finally access the lab. As for the neighborhood I’m currently living in,
most houses have bars on the windows and are surrounded by walls and electronic
gates. So why is security such a high priority in Santiago? I don’t think the
crime rate is particularly high in Santiago, so I think it may be more due to
the fact that Chile is proud to be the most prosperous country in South America
and thus tries to emulate other wealthy nations. This may also explain why
there’s so much bureaucracy in Chile. For example: when I renewed my visa last
year I had to wait in line to get a number, then wait till my number was
called, and then fill out a form that I had to take downstairs for photocopies.
Then I had to go back upstairs to get a bill, take my bill to a bank that was a
block away, pay the fee, and then bring that receipt back so they could finally
stamp my visa.
Although there’s lots of security and bureaucracy in Chile,
the people here are really quite warm and friendly. Most Chileans are very
patient with me as I speak in garbled Spanish and wildly gesture around. One of
the other things I really like about Chile is that the “machismo” culture,
which is still very prevalent in many other South American countries, seems to be
absent here (except for construction workers).
The best part of this field season, though, is that I get to
live with a Chilean family. My host family consists of my friend Cecilia and
her father, mother, and younger sister. Cecilia is a veterinarian and has been
working with wild and captive degus for many years. Both of Cecilia’s parents
are now retired, and her younger sister is currently finishing law school.
Cecilia’s family also has a golden retriever named Canela (the Spanish word for
cinnamon) and black cat named Cuchipipi (which is a nonsense word).
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| Me, Cuchipipi, and Canela |
The whole family sits down for dinner every evening, usually
around 8:00pm. Dinner fare is pretty similar to what you find in the United
States, and I’ve eaten several tasty meals like chicken with mashed potatoes,
fish and rice, and ground beef casserole. I’ve also had some dishes that are
more unique to Chile like empanadas, pureed garbanzo beans with a fried egg and
hotdog, and jello with sweetened, condensed milk. Dinner conversation is always
a lot of fun and we often spend time comparing English and Spanish words and
phrases. My Spanish is slowly getting better, or at least it seems like I can
talk a lot faster than I used to!
I’ve included some picture
of my host family and their house. Check back next week for a post on the
natural history of the mattoral!
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| My bedroom |
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| The living/dining room |
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| Backyard |
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| My host father (Jorge) and mother (Sylvia) |
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| My friend Cecilia. This picture was taken at a restaurant called "Fuente Alemana," which serves sandwiches piled high with meat, mayonnaise, and other tasty things. |
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| I had a "lomito italiano." This pork sandwich is called an "italiano" because the mayonnaise, tomato, and avocado represent the colors of the Italian flag. |
